I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2015-10-15 08:25:01 | 48.22 | 82% |
| 738 | 2015-07-20 12:55:41 | 35.80 | 76% |
| 373 | 2015-06-02 08:43:34 | 33.49 | 80% |